Pick up some groceries nand bag them away for the trip homenthe trains running late and its cold,nthe crazy mans talking to his friendsnthat are not really there nbut he’s got one more than I’ve gotntonight as I sit at the station,nthe trains running late and it’s cold,nI wish u were here with menI wish u were here with mennSo listen for the last timenthis is not a crime to write you love songs,nI’m just passing my time thinkingnnOver and over and over about you,nover and over and over without you,nover and over and over about you nownI’m just passing my time thinkingnnNow I’m on my way home nwith reasons not for sleeping that I’m keeping,nmy eyes wide open far from dreaming,nthe passengers around me all are breathing,nbut nobody says hello,nI look out my window, nthe people in houses now are sleeping,ntheir lives are set in ways that I’d be keeping,nYou know I’d give a lot to be like that with you,nYou know I’d give a lot to be like that with you nnI walk in my front door, nthe lights are on for shadow dissipation,nthe house is cold and lacks imagination,nI know that you would think of what to do,nAnd each night I feel what is the same,nthe little things that make my night feel colder,nthree empty spaces in my tooth brush holder,nyou know I’m saving one of those for you,nyou know I’m saving one of those for younn